I believe that means, "Many colors in the rainbow" or something like, "I can't make up my mind what to blog about today," or maybe even, "I have many different subjects to mention today." I am sure I spelled it wrong, but something to do with variety, different things, nothing of import, etc.
When I put on my pants this morning, that poor little button is sure doing a mammoth job holding all that gut fat inside. I hope it does not come popping off, flying across the room and injure someone. I just can't seem to get that gut smaller. I am following many rules, not eating as much, but seem to remain fat and blessed? with a fat gut.
I sure love the Book of Mormon. As I was reading it today, I felt the Spirit of the book descending upon my spirit, giving me calm, peace, and assurance about our mission call, that is it in His hands. This wonderful book has the ability to give that peace and comfort every day it is read. Love it.
My grandson said today that the shortest scripture in the Book of Mormon was: Alma 30:38. I would assume that not many know that. It is twice as long as the one in the bible, "Jesus Wept."
The future, upcoming mission in my mind at least is beginning to return to that reserved position in my mind, far in the back where the cob webs are located, seldom to be looked at, as we continue to wait. Is this thing we call a mission real?
When I do cast off those cobwebs, often my mind flies back to the video I saw created by the church about the saints in Africa waiting for the Priesthood to be given to the Negro. It is a wonderful history and one that makes me excited about going to Africa.
Another grandson was in Church Sunday and was asked to guess where Bon and I will go on our mission. He was promised that he would get a candy bar if he guesses right. He guessed that we would go somewhere in this world. He promptly gave us a long list of candy he knew he was going to win. When asked if we go to the moon, he would not win anything, he said then we could teach the aliens from other planet who were visiting, but he knew that grandma would still award him a prize... Isn't that grandmas are for?
What am I going to do in seventeen days and nothing has happened? This has been the count down for our mission. If we are still waiting (we will be one way or the other) then perhaps I will need to decide what to do with this blog. Will this blog be interesting to others who are considering going on a mission? Will this blog just be informative for our family. Will this blog suffer what most things in the cyber space suffer, a grave in the "delete" graveyard? It really doesn't matter. I would imagine in 17 days, I will know more than I know now about what should be done, what is happening, and where we are going? Perhaps not!
Last night I was a grand sons program and since I am sort of expecting a phone call, I had someone call me, vibrate and I quickly left to answer the call. As I returned the call, once again it was Orrin Hatch's office. Is it a sign? That happened before, but what it is a sign of, who knows. Perhaps we will be called to Washington to be his aide?
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